Some well-pointed snark via Lalo Alcaraz.
After picking up the Pontiac from J’s where he replaced a leaking fuel injector (under warranty), I spent over twelve hours waiting (and being tested again for Covid-19; negative, by the way) and watching in various locations in Little Havana for people do something related to something I can’t talk about quite yet on social media. But it seems like everyone was waiting for Spencer Tracy to show up. He never did. I got home at 1:15 a.m.
I have four grant applications to fill out today for a Tuesday deadline. Wish me luck.